Wein heads to Cavarin for the Festival of the Spirit, but it is a perilous journey with Mardenian remnants in the borderlands and rebellious lords at home. In Marden, Wein forges an unlikely alliance, but the intrigue goes into overdrive in Cavarin.
...I have no choice but to cut
you down where you stand!
!لا خيار لدي غير القضاء عليك حيث تقف
werdet Ihr hier sterben.
¡no tengo opción más que matarlo
justo ahora!
Je n’ai d’autre choix que
de vous tuer maintenant.
não tenho escolha a não
ser cortá-lo aí onde está!